I'm on that john cougar mellencamp shit I'm from a small town Wasn't much to do but get drunk until you fall down The ceremony homey was formal I'm talking ball gown All that pomp and circumstance but dammit we were all clowns Doomed from the start might as well stick a fork in him silky with soliloquys still I Aaron sorkin them I work in cycles that's how it's always been I Went from thin to fat to thin to fat to thin Now my body's all weird I'm talking hair and loose skin That's my tribe that's my quest that's my luck of Lucien Ugggghhh I'm just so fucking over it another old dick dies hope that that's my obit I'm so damned curmudgeonly fatherly and husbandly this whole shit is cheese then I'll one up it with some Brie (I'm fancy like that) ----and an ennui aperitif I Check my ego at the door and now Im snoring through these rap beefs Add a little dry rub imaginary fight club Chuck palinuk a falice tucked so fuck your life cuz (sorry bruh) -- I'm not beyond it I went through it Survived the poison season play destroyer with my music Amusing I'm a voyeur Let the passion fill the void Cause the money's fucking table scraps but rapping's in your boy And still I want a sprite commercial. Just to spite my virtue I'm guess I'm just a hypocrite some shit I have to work through (but I won't) ---I made that leap a long time ago Won't bore you with that story no I'll save it for the liner notes (liner notes) --They turned the limelight to a mall Now New York fucking sucks but I still love it in the fall I love the colors in the foliage I know I'm sounding old as shit But you gotta fill the middle cause life's like a cannoli kid Holy shit I'm guess this means I'm growing it's appropriate Cause nothing makes me sadder than friends frozen by hopeless Grifts Still telling The same jokes and clinging to their broken myths At one time we were close but now like Tokyo we drift I think you get the fucking gist shit I know I've gone and changed The problem is you didn't that's a muthafucking shame

I like to fancy myself on that Jason statham --Or maybe Liam nesson in taken -I have very particular set of skills Im early on dope tv shows and rap somewhat Ill (somewhat ill) -I guess I'm more like Brian Bosworth or Matthew perry and his whole none yards work Like I can fight killers laying in wait Yeah killers By iron maiden and that's albums not that great But I like Murder in the rouge morgue i work like I'm ru Paul sound disgusting taste delicious bitches I'm like rhubarb - Get at me dog straight barking from the barcolounger trying to find some housing an apartment at fair Market value Shit --- milks like five dollars a half gallon -- I ran my last five k in a half hour - And now I'm trying to better my time I know this shit is wandering my Bedouin rhyme That bare knuckle gyspy shit gets left out like elipsises I ride around shining cause I'm grinding like the clipses is Rappers we ain't the same -- In general like petreas and again how they portray us its all repurposed take the verses match the chorus The habeus the corpus the matrix vs morpheos i need my morning coffee heres a little ipso facto i have no time for you muthafucking assholes Hook: I don't have time for this bullshit I don't have time for this bullshit I don't have time for this bullshit No I don't have no I don't have I don't have time for this bullshit I don't have time for this bullshit I don't have time for this bullshit No I don't have no I don't have Verse 2 So (so-so) you wanna know how it's hanging? (How it's hanging) I'm rocking penguin (rocking penguin) feeling sanguine Knocked down got up bruh that chumbawumba (chumbawumba) You could say he's the rap Sebastian Junger verses on that perfect storm nerd shit got my urkle on Who is he he's diddy he won't stop the inertia don who has the energy? Or should it be whom? Im at the crib reading bolano and bumping that Steve Kuhn Listening Three waves And three sheets to the wind I'm three times dope I'm so fly that I'm pushing tin You should Google it homey I stack arugula blow me So on my dill I'll reference Truman capote Sphinx helped me with that line a shout to bobby cosmos I don't waste raps even the scraps will go in compost Kill beats for more than meat use every part of the bison. I Took it down with Chekhov's gun I'm Walter white with the ricin Its an exercise in writing remember my set of skills Remember dope tv remember rapping somewhat ill? - so maybe I'm not Liam nessen in taken Plus My high voltage Is bon Scott and not like Jason statham

Welcome to America America the beautiful a Christian feudal system but the myth is much more suitable The land of the free (free) home of the brave (brave) Built on slave labor still going on today --Only now it's outsource out of sight far from home --Overseas Chinese children building iPhones Making all your sneakers migrants picking peaches We're stupid and entitled a new style of overseer -- Cool with giving up our freedoms -- cool with murderous police men cool with drone strikes killing mostly innocents cool supporting war crimes then feigning our ignorance We are bringing freedom protecting interests They do beheading we bomb weddings and kill infants Damn – It’s hard to hide my disgust We're culpable in silence and in violent blood lust Hook: The whole world is melting the waters catching fire The system is collapsing it's a dying empire And we signed up for it we signed up for it The game can't be rigged when we went and forfeited We signed up for it We not them We chose comforts Over need not them We sold our principles For greed not them We signed up for it We not them America America the land of the free We gave it all way and blame them instead of we The Deregulated the media is owned by GE you should euthanize the radio and kill your tv --The dystopian utopia Everyone's on opiates Oprahs and Deepak Choperas we all look the same we're Mario and Luigi dog Give in to the Borg that-s the spirit like Ouija board It’s pure micro marketing they’re all up in your microbes maestros of the heartstring But that’s what happens when you let your things define you You need to keep consuming to feel human it’s a minefield There’s still a dark part of me that wants to see Trump win And watch it all burn as we bask in his smug grin ha ha ha please pardon my dark humor But it seems you need con to spell consumer. Hook: The whole world is melting the waters catching fire The system is collapsing it's a dying empire And we signed up for it we signed up for it The game can't be rigged when we went and forfeited We signed up for it We not them We chose comforts Over need not them We sold our principles For greed not them We signed up for it We not them

Alaska Verse 1: I got greenhouse emissions I got Michelin stars I got a sword like michonne and now I'm owning my scars The gods Blades of glory on my Chaz Michael Michaels The art is zen and maintaining motorcycles ----I was obsessed with being hard I just ended up being difficult. A dick in that regard Find the god at BJs eating samples by the handful Or Driving in the X3 -bumping to hard to handle -The black crows version -with no plastic surgeon -By the time I'm sixty I'll look every bit of 80 By the time I'm 80 life insurance pays my ladies can’t get lost anymore so ill explore some Navel gazing Catch me in the backyard sharing beers with rod Or catch my on a park bench Bose in bumping Marq spect Shit ----Nowadays if you catch me out --I'm likely at Home Depot and I'm fetching grout -Or kvetching bout Cops who kill you for a loosy So now I stay inside Watching McgGruber eating some Gruyere more socially exhausted than I'm Socially awkward The soul of Muddy waters with phrasing like cole porter gold standard old gold cold quart or can If you need a bite to eat I suggest some au Bon pan Im so off the grid went from awkward kid to awkward man And now you talking U2 to me like Scott aukerman Bridge: They say hey why you gotta hate so much I say I don't hate it's more disdain and disgust I hate the feigned outrage and the way it's discussed I hate what we've become and I hate all our stuff Hook: I like people, I just don’t like being around them Im old and Im crumudgenly which is suddenly arousing I like people although most people are dicks And I count myself among them something of a crown prince I like people -- a thought most don't believe me I'd just rather stay at home and be alone with my tv I like people no seriously they're awesome but their need for validation’s irritating and exhausting Alaska Verse 2: Yo ---You wanna see performance art --Create A fake Twitter feed and a tortured heart --And that's there's just the saucypart --Im talking false alarms and office parks Lost arcs and nazis off color cacophonies And Honestly I'd rather hear as nasty as I wanna be And me I'm just a wanna be version of ramellzee It's just simple economics now cause time is a commodity So --- Let's open up some new markets With One twos with numarks And binge watch a few parks -and recs -Netflix and complicated sex Charlie horses from intercourses Geoffrey Chaucer infinite jest (Yeah I guess?) When Im clothed i feel so closed I suppose i know it's ghosh but I Rarely let people close I guess that's the cost of doing business with a caustic wit Sort of like the office this is how we make the sausages Hook: I like people, I just don’t like being around them Im old and Im crumudgenly which is suddenly arousing I like people although most people are dicks And I count myself among them something of a crown prince I like people -- a thought most don't believe me I'd just rather stay at home and be alone with my tv I like people no seriously they're awesome but their need for validation’s irritating and exhausting Red Pill Verse: The only time that I love people’s is when I’m not around them When they in the abstract, I get a bad rap, for hating humans But I don’t know what I’d do without em Cause honestly they give me something to think about and laugh at And alienating my friends is my greatest accolade Only thing that I look forward to on a Saturday Is falling asleep, all in my sheets I’d rather call the police than ever call up my peeps And really? Who the fuck says peeps? Only time I leave is to hit the bar that’s up my street I guess I’m kind of a judgmental Judy Maybe it’s that alcohol drug that’s getting to me Maybe I’m getting old and getting boring But I’m sick of telling friends “you already told that story” To all my folks I propose a toast for em I don’t hate people, just most of them

Straight from the laboratory Sewn together from the pieces of the legends that you had before me (it's Alive) They Built the perfect rapper homey (I'm fucking perfect) The bilderbergs they back your homey I think I'm rocking one leg up for my whole verse Daughter said I look like a smurf Skully and no shirt Wifeys like whatever when I called her my old earth A shout out to the rappers coming back with unsold merch A Shout to old clips of Joe piscopo and Jack tripper Shout out to comic strips especially to Ed piskor Shout out to indie rappers back from tour and piss poor A shout out to t la rock and extra props for its yours I guess a shout to Wu to. A shout to Desmond tutu A shout to producers who choose to sample nu shooz Shout out to raiders gear Nike airs and starter coats Peace to gold medallions cuban Linx and dookie ropes I'm fresh as Wes unsel I guess that's a throwback To when I was pro black with a baldy like Kojak Homey I'm so rap homey I'm so trap Im showbiz and ag baby I'm soul clap Catch me out on warren street driving bumping warren g old boy lost in Tolstoy at a cafe reading war and peace My pastiche is too niche it neicheze and I half fear I might be out of place in my nirvana I'm like pat schmer So What up to all my jukie folks what up to my atoms fans What up to my college loans mortgage note and dental plan I feel like I'm mad max all leather clad cyber punk So let me get mine first if your whole damn style is chump Outro So Take that and rewind it back Lang vo got the sound to make your booty go clap Take that and rewind it back ala got the sound to make your booty go clap Take that and rewind it back words got the sound to make your booty go clap Take that and rewind it back words hurt got the sound to make your booty go clap

Alaska Verse 1: His flow is like nature A gush of wind or a babbling brook The stoic type sacred Somewhat chagrined he's a cavalier crook. At least That's how he fancies himself Sid and nancy or John I'm only dancin(Dancin dancin dancin) An odd relation with the music Whoopee Goldberg and Ted danson He has an occupation but it holds his soul for ransom A weird plot homes now he's in Stockholm A punch the clock drone or at home with his scotch stoned He's comfortably numb he has the comfortable life Once he was undone now he comes home to his wife -It's not that he misses it. He was a miscreant -He must admit that at first three were some misgivings -He loves Christmas with his kid and all the gift giving He also loves to spit it on a beat something blistering but That's his to reconcile -- It was a test of his guile at least I reckon for a while Two sides of a person with some version of a middle ground A ven diagram if a man that's how the riddle sound It's not that profound or that big of a deal It's not like he went and reinvented the wheel He just found a way to make time for all that he loves when he defines himself Now he checks all of the above Hook Let’s celebrate the modern man The man in love Let’s celebrate the modern man The man unplugged Let’s celebrate the modern man I need my space let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s plead the case Let’s celebrate the modern man The man in touch Let’s celebrate the modern man Let's give it up Let’s celebrate the modern man The modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man The modern man Alaska Verse 2: I sit here blank faced staring at a blank screen Blank slate pregnant pauses shoreline of the mainstream Trendsetter born from apocalypse a Ledbetter You can keep the jimmy hats I'ma take the French letter --I think It classes up the joint a bit Its masterpiece theater with a mirror for the voyeurism Actually its joy division all bravado gone Mixed with my serato now there's potholes in my lawn Apostrophe for ownership - a pot to pee And possible im free put a stop to all that loner shit The onanist the swollen dick from mental masturbation The exasperated masochist who lacks imagination But Frankie says relax--- And me myself I like to max Instead of spiraling down the drain of rather fly away to Spain My wounds were always self inflicted Was addicted to the pain 12 steps to recover 8 steps to perfection Memory sort of muddy been bloodied by introspection -The cuts and bruises are useless if you don't use them I reckon there's some truth in extending your reckless youth. --this recluse is sort of the living proof You can salvage all the wreckage on a record and a loop And leave it in the past keep your passion in the present Thank you for your time I've been Alaska it's a blessing Hook Let’s celebrate the modern man The man in love Let’s celebrate the modern man The man unplugged Let’s celebrate the modern man I need my space let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s plead the case Let’s celebrate the modern man The man in touch Let’s celebrate the modern man Let's give it up Let’s celebrate the modern man The modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man The modern man Rast RFC Verse: He never listened to his mom Head bobbing to a Slick Rick Song A child’s story unfolding in the arms of the law He went and set up the alarm on the car Woke the neighbor up that saw him out the window and gave the sergeant a call So now he sits in jail he’s in living hell And he says “I will not live my life in a cell” So he decides to change gets out uses his brain Gets his GED enrolls in college and gets good grades Now he’s got a job no longer has to rob and steal A true taste of life’s joys Then he gets married to the girl of his dreams And they have a beautiful baby boy He doesn’t smoke drink or party goes to bed at 9 o’clock Wakes up and does it all over again I wouldn’t have it any other way I guess I’m just an old fashioned modern Man Hook: Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man Let’s celebrate the modern man

Verse 1: back from Atlanta saw Vu I think he's dying --He got the Cancer in his liver lungs and his spine --his two kids about the same age as mine And every time i think of those girls i start crying --so now I'm trying to shift my focus Sipping on hibiscus tea with rose hips A herbal remedy there's memories in a roach clip Let me chill with this mix I made for this road trip Every other night I fall asleep on the sofa A weird looking white guy just like Sammy Sosa Got old I suppose I even watch the Charlie roses grays everywhere all in my ear and my nose hair wish I was young again drinking chocolate Nehi Now I'm up before the sun because I need a little me time Up before my daughter sorta stressed about this refi For every dope 90s group they'res 90 other mi phi Mi's -- so could we please get off our own dicks The kids are alright let them go and have their own shit Holmes i got my own kids and I simply don't care If they pay homage to my youth My jobs to focus on theirs Hook The kids are aight but the grown ups fucked I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right Right right right Verse 2: I wear that shame like a plain Keith Harring tee Faded like My tattoos which I view as embarrassing I snapped at my kid today for acting like a know it all And Now I feel like shit there's so much I don't know at all I’m going to Qdoba bro and eating up my feelings Meat stuffed in tortillas that's a recipe for healing My pico de gallows humor kismet for this shallow human buffalo sixty six my own Vincent Gallo movie Dude he's that graffiti rock my brood is a needy flock I tend to keep my distance 'cept for Christmas when I drink a lot And maybe pop a tab---of antacid The production sets the atmosphere it’s like and Ant Classic All the old schools have been replaced by the new schools And All the new professors second guessed by the old fools I used to watch the Box plus I used to drive a box truck I used to shuck and jive a phony pussy like a cock tucked Which might just be a construct of time molding my memory So now I just stand here and say nothing like I'm eric b get my Marshawn Lynch on I'll disappear like Pynchon I’m older and I'm chubby sort of schlubby like I'm Vince Vaughn Hook The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right Right right right The kids are aight-right The kids are aight Verse 3: Yo I'm so tired of muthafuckers I hate the city hate the country hate the suburbs I hate republicans and democrats and demagogs I hate my bills hate my debt hate my deadend job I hate our culture it's insulting hateful discourse I hate the discord and the rap reviews at pitchfork I hate the think piece the hot take and the bike lanes I hate allergies my aching feet and migraines Yeaaaaahhh. I hate I'm not as dope as skipp coon I hate sounding bored and arrogant like Brit Hume I hate apple I hate streaming I hate Spotify Actually I'm lying i subscribed and that shits kinda fly I hate portlandia and grown ups riding scooters I hate foodies but I love some fucking food trucks I hate cops killing black kids and rappers saying faggot ayn rand disciples Atlas shrugged and dagny taggert I hate whole foods and I hate you if you shop there I hate the gap hate banana I hate rocawear I hate you if you think that tip was better than phife I Hate boomers I hate gen x but tie kids are alright

Yo. My age is finally catching up with me I got a busted heel and there's something ruptured in my knee My ankles always clicking I think I have tennis elbow I can't see at night cause my my sight has just gone to hell so Fuck it I'm gonna be Crotchety as I want be Bitch about kids today while bumping rast rfc All exercise and diet lets try to unblock my arteries And see if life is worth living while giving up all my carbs and cheese Yo-I put the horse before the cart my gee Not trying to be a martyr but my father has some heart disease And apples don't fall far from trees They rot in the orchard this got awkward So please pardon me My whole rap career has been a self diagnosis A fraud playing Freud over joyed by the closeness Sleeping on Strangers sofas seeing my homeys posters That dick Whitman hobo code some madmen on a road trip The journey of a lifetime I find it's been like forever Holmes Digging through past and laughing at all the Buried bones All I hear is muthafuckers looking for their forever homes I'm still out in Brooklyn looking for things I've never known It's like Alaska where the hell ya been--- I've been Forming an LLC dressing like LL bean-- believe in LL cool J more than Elohim--- It's elementary essentially it was all a dream--- ---I used to read omni magazine ---Carl Sagan and Steven hawking talking laser beams I sit alone in my four corner room like Chris mccandles and vanish in my own nom de plume I made piece with the broken pieces Jesus that's a load of crap Egregious but I need it I've conceded that I'm all but trapped It's how the world makes sense to me no deities or entities I posit an agnostic philosophic point of entry Essentially it's OCD meets ODB its woe is me meets spoodioodidopolicious mixed in for the potency I guess that's how it's sposed to be alone at sea and all adrift I didn't choose the music I'm pursuing my own moby dick But shit that mattered once just doesn't matter now ----And I can't even be mad about it ---Sure a little sad nostalgic Now I'm on a Path Of knowledge add a little apple polish A Mac book a google search ill even walk the google earth Like Jules in pulp fiction so quotable with dope writtens Lost my religion its to made up like them riot girls And used to push agendas so you end up with this Dying world Powerless to power shifts A nifty brand of cowardice Disney LANd ivory tower shit holding on with Calloused grip Alarm bells and karma armed with bomb shells my calm appearance armor pierced Dali Lama swami with the hard sell Art sells but whose buying lets try a new diet supersede the true grit chewy nougat with the truth dying last gasp a death rattle add a little hash tag a crash and grab with everything I had up in a trash bag Still I don't care much I'm looking for the where what Who when how why how do I compare plus I rarified the air but now its terrified by where it dies tied up in loops and snares succumbed to fear and paralyzed So take it with a grain of salt Maybe i should plain revolt just take back what missing not play victim with the same results Expecting something different it's a glimpse into my sanity A vision of my schism lube the skids up with a can of grease I have deep thoughts about things that aren't that deep Like Back seat of my jeep or night of the creeps i blasphem cause theres nothing i believe if i've never really been here than I never have to leave Hook: All this space i need to fill it up with something (repeated)